The Billionaire’s Ex Ruined The Wedding Cake, But She Never Expected The Bride To Have A Secret Burgundy Folder That Would Send Her Straight To Prison
Chapter 1: The Sugar-Coated Sabotage
The ballroom of the St. Regis was a testament to excess. Five thousand white roses, flown in from the Netherlands, perfumed the air, competing with the crisp, dry scent of vintage Dom Pérignon. Isabella stood in the center of the room, her custom-made silk gown rustling softly, her hand tucked into Julian’s arm. They were the golden couple of Manhattan’s elite—or so the tabloids claimed.
Then, the music screeched.
Serena, the billionaire’s ex-wife, didn't sneak in. She walked through the grand entrance with the predatory grace of a panther, her eyes fixed on the towering, seven-tier masterpiece of fondant and spun sugar. Before the maître d’ could intervene, Serena’s hands were on the base of the cake. With a violent, guttural shove, she sent the masterpiece careening forward.
The sound was a sickening thud followed by the wet splatter of buttercream and sponge hitting the floor—and Isabella’s chest. The ballroom went deathly silent. Frosting dripped from Isabella’s eyelashes. The crowd gasped, hands covering mouths. Serena stood amidst the wreckage, her mascara smeared, a triumphant, jagged grin on her face.
"Looks like someone wore the wrong dress for a disaster," Serena spat, her voice trembling with manic satisfaction.
Julian, the groom, lunged forward, but Isabella’s hand shot out, catching his wrist. She didn't shriek. She didn't call for security. She simply reached up, calmly wiped a dollop of frosting from her cheek, and offered a faint, chilling smile that reached her eyes but brought no warmth.
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"Why are you smiling?" Julian demanded, his face contorted in confusion and embarrassment. "She just ruined everything!"
Isabella didn't answer. She turned toward the serving table, her movements precise. She reached beneath the draped linen and pulled out a heavy, burgundy leather folder. It was embossed with gold, unmistakable to anyone in the room familiar with high-stakes litigation. She turned back to Julian, her smile widening into something dangerous.
